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Izuku Midoriya was just your average third year UA student. Sure, he’d helped save the world, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get detention, or that he didn’t struggle with equations sometimes, or have to study extra hard for exams. He was just an ordinary guy that liked ordinary guy things.
And shoes.
Specifically…fucking them.
Maybe?
Which wasn’t all that strange! Right? Right?!
Yeah, it was totally normal to look at a new pair of…okay a nice pair of…alright, an old worn out pair of his own red sneakers and…and…
Izuku stared at the shoes in question, face hotter than he was willing to admit at the random intrusive thought he’d had the other day when he went to throw them away.
‘Fuck me Izuku,’ they’d practically begged, dangling over the bin in his room, suspended by their laces, ‘you’ve come in a sock before, what’s a shoe but an upgrade?’
Now, obviously he knew they weren’t actually speaking to him, but that passing thought of ‘I could stick my dick in there’ hadn’t left him alone for three days now.
Izuku had tossed them into the back of his closet and very pointedly ignored them…for all of three hours. He’d taken them out to stare and glare and blush at them periodically since then, but he hadn’t done anything else!
But what if he just…got it out of his system?
Then again…oh god what if it awoke something in him and he became a shoe fucker for life???
He couldn’t risk it!
Izuku was debuting into the top ten, with any luck anyway, he couldn’t just…jizz in a pair of shoes for no reason.
Wait, what if he thought about this logically?
Izuku nodded to himself and set his old red sneakers down on his desk, sitting in the chair before them, hands clenched in his lap. Pros and cons, right? Right!
Okay, pros: one, he’d get to come, and that was always fun. Two, he’d hopefully get rid of whatever weird urge had put the thought into his head in the first place, which was definitely a plus. And three, he could finally toss the old things his feet had grown out of early last year, thereby decluttering. Izuku nodded to himself, yep, that all sounded pretty positive at the moment.
Cons: he’d have fucked a shoe.
Izuku pressed his lips into a thin line. Well that was the kicker here, wasn’t it? Literally. How many people had he booted while wearing these things? A lot. Was he really okay with coming in something he’d used to beat the snot out of people?
Hmmm.
Maybe that’s what this was?
Wait, no, wouldn’t that make him a sadist or something, on top of a shoe fucker?
“Ughhhhhhh whyyyyy brain??” Izuku threw his head back on his shoulders, groaning at the ceiling in frustration. A taped up picture of All Might stared back down, silently judging him, albeit with a huge grin on his face. “I’m not gonna do it!” He defended for absolutely no reason, grabbing the shoes to toss once again into the back of his closet, cheeks almost as red as they were.
He needed to get out of there, go for a run. Yeah, a nice long, exhausting run would do the trick. Genius!
Izuku changed his clothes and stared at his new red sneakers, almost shiny in their well, newness. He swallowed the saliva in his mouth as his face heated. They weren’t exactly what he wanted, but that long red tongue was…
“Oh my god, stop!” He slapped both hands to his cheeks and shoved his feet into his shoes, shaking his head at himself as he crossed to yank open the balcony door and leap right off it. His feet hit the floor firmly and he took off running, arms pumping at his sides until sweat dripped down his neck to wet between his now admittedly pretty generous pecs.
He was just gonna have to fuck those sneakers. Get it out of his system before it became something even more embarrassing than it already was. He’d just take the secret to the grave, that’s all.
It’d be fine. Definitely fine.
Izuku showered after his run and stuffed his face with chicken and broccoli with plain rice, before rushing to his room early. No one stopped him, but Todoroki cocked his head in confusion at his hasty retreat. Izuku usually stayed up a little later with him, but he had, uhh, plans.
Could what he was going to do really be considered ‘plans’?
In any case he couldn’t exactly invite his first year crush to his room tonight, could he? Todoroki who had really shot up over the last couple of years and bulked out a little. Not a lot, not quite like his brother or father, but yanno, enough, right? And oh god, his eyes were just as pretty as they ever were too; hard and cold one moment, and then warm and sweet in the next.
He was over that crush though. Yep! Definitely!
Well…
Izuku Midoriya, don’t you DARE think about that poor innocent man while you defile your own footwear on a whim!
He slammed the bedroom door shut and shook himself like a dog after a bath. Nope, totally not going there!
It wasn’t exactly a secret that Izuku had trouble with impulse control. Hell, he leapt into fights and situations he really shouldn’t at the drop of a hat at the best of times, but he’d had three whole days to talk himself out of this one, at this point it was almost premeditated.
He’d made up his mind though, there really was no way around it.
He had to stick his dick in that shoe, or he’d live his whole life not knowing how it felt, and that just seemed downright criminal now.
A few minutes later Izuku’s soon to be deflowered sneakers sat quietly on his desk, awaiting their fate. Were they as nervous as he was?
Stop personifying them, you're making it weirder!
“Some gods out there are gonna be really disappointed in me in a minute.” Izuku mumbled under his breath as he reached over one shoulder to grip his pyjama shirt and pull it over his head to toss away. His now almost buzz-short curls caught a little static from the polyester blend material and he scrubbed a hand through them to ease the sensation.
Okay, so how was he gonna do this? Lube? Did…would lubing up a shoe on the inside even bring any benefit? It was just material after all. Lubing up the outside made sense, if one was going to…no! He couldn’t even entertain the idea of shoving a shoe up his ass. Nope nope nope!
Never do anything you don’t wanna explain to the paramedics!
Izuku shook his head at himself and quickly grabbed the large tube of lube from his bedside table. Honestly, why couldn’t he just buy a fleshlight or something like a normal person? He made himself a little promise to do exactly that when he was through creating an embarrassing secret he could never tell another soul, before sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he stared at his old sneakers.
They were good shoes. Reliable. They’d been through a lot together.
Human-human relationships progressed naturally to physical intimacy, this was just…unconventional, that’s all. He loved those shoes. Not like a person loves another living breathing person, but still!
Which one should he fuck first, right or left?
Izuku’s eyes widened. Wait, oh god was this like sleeping with twins?? That was so taboo! So very taboo…
Also, how was he supposed to choose??
He decided to simply close his eyes and grab one, finding Righty in his hands when they opened again. He almost felt guilty for the relief he felt. Maybe he did prefer his right after all. He swallowed thickly and loosened the laces a bit to pull the tongue out and down a little as he stepped until his thighs touched against the edge of the desk.
Izuku slipped four fingers straight into the ankle hole to feel the underside of the tongue and an involuntary shiver raced down his spine. Oh fuck. Oh dear. He pressed in deeper, finally dropping his head to stare at his now outgrown shoe.
“I wonder if my cock will even fit inside?” He whispered, cheeks heating in both arousal and apprehension as he reached for the lube. He was admittedly on the thick side now. Kaminari liked to call him ‘thicc’ because of his thighs and hard-worked-for muscle, but no one knew how wide his dick was too. He probably wasn’t the longest at nine inches hard, but it was still a little embarrassing, accidentally sitting on it sometimes and yelping like a wounded dog in class.
And at least a shoe couldn’t judge his technique, or lack thereof.
He slicked the inside of his old shoe, the sense of shame niggling at the back of his skull swelling his cock to full hardness before he even pushed his pyjama trousers down, the waistband hooked below his balls. He gulped. He was doing this, wasn’t he?
Izuku fisted his length slowly, smearing the last of the lube on his fingers over himself before hastily wiping them on his trousers. He lifted the shoe in both hands, forcing the tongue away towards the toe to hold it wide as he fed himself inside. The material was wet, slippery with lube, but still textured enough that it had him groaning.
This was a good decision. The only decision, really. What better send-off for such a beloved thing?
Izuku hummed his approval, pulling the tongue back over his cock as he pushed in as far as he could and ground his hips forward. He couldn’t quite get all the way down the shoe because of the angle, but that was okay, he’d definitely be able to come using it like this.
He felt bad, naughty. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but god it felt so good. Three days of telling himself no, that it was weird, strange even, had really done something to take the experience to the next level. He was a little gross, for enjoying it so much, and that made it so much better.
Izuku set the sneaker on his desk, holding it in place with one firm hand to the top as he supported himself on the other, leaning over and rising to his tiptoes to fuck down into it a little better. He moaned, saliva pooling beneath his tongue until he had to swallow a mouthful. A shiver rolled down his spine and heat pooled low in his gut almost worryingly fast. But it was okay, he had another he could fuck next.
Or he could use the same one again, the one already ruined with lube and his fast approaching release.
“Oh ffffn-god-” he couldn’t even speak in proper sentences, hips snapping wildly as he neared his end. He loved this shoe. He loved this fucking shoe.
Izuku bent fully over his desk with a snap as the tension is his gut snapped, freezing in place for a second before relief washed through him like a wave and he rolled his hips to work himself through it, come pumping dirtily into his own old, worn out shoe.
“Oh no…” he panted, realising he’d definitely awoken something in himself as he caught his breath, warm come still pooled around the tip of his cock in the toe of his shoe.
“Is this a bad time?” Todoroki’s calm voice sounded from the doorway and Izuku snapped to a stand, back ramrod straight and shoe firmly jammed onto his still mostly hard cock as he whipped around to stare into blue and grey mismatched eyes.
“T-T-T-Todoroki?!” Oh shit, oh god, oh heck-
Todoroki stood in the wide open doorway, staring blankly at Izuku’s face, before his gaze dropped to the shoe on Izuku’s now rapidly wilting dick. He quickly grabbed the sole and held it in place to hide his modesty, what NOTHING of it there was left, anyway.
“Clearly a bad time.” He stated, closing the door behind himself, before walking casually to Izuku’s bookshelf and dropping to his haunches. “I’m borrowing Mermaid Crusaders hhh volume 4.” He informed, plucking the manga from a shelf before rising. Todoroki turned and blatantly stared at the shoe held over Izuku’s now soft dick for a long, unnerving moment, before he canted his head to the side. “Huh, I figured you were more of a stiletto man. I guess I was wrong.” He tucked a shoulder length lock of white hair behind his ear and strolled to the door. “Night, Midoriya.” He said simply, closing it after himself.
Izuku collapsed beside his desk, air forced from his lungs in a choked wheeze. Holy fuck why?? Why hadn’t the floor just opened up and swallowed him?! That was…that was SO embarrassing!!
Todoroki hadn’t said anything, but, but he’d stared right at it! His shoe-hidden dick! He couldn’t, he couldn’t do this!
Izuku tossed Righty into the bin and tied the bag, before rushing into the ensuite bathroom to clean up. He tossed himself into bed and beat his pillow with his own face until he almost gave himself a headache, before settling down to not sleep for the night while his brain tormented him.
Honestly, what was he thinking, fucking a shoe?!
Izuku awoke to a knock at his bedroom door and sat up groggily, only having fallen asleep a few hours ago. “Come in.” He grumbled, rolling to his back. Maybe it was Kacchan, come to snuff him out after Todoroki no doubt told him what he’d seen.
Todoroki walked in with a bag in one hand, turning to lock the door as Izuku yelled and snapped to sit, dragging the covers up to his still bare chest. He wasn’t ready for this kind of recompense!
“I think I discovered a secret of yours yesterday, so I have an offer.” Todoroki set Mermaid Crusaders gently on Izuku’s desk before turning to him. Then he tipped the bag in his hands upside down, and several shoes thudded to the carpet. “Fuck one of these, and then I’ll do something weird for you, so you have something over me too.” He suggested flatly, but his expression betrayed just a touch of eagerness that had Izuku almost completely relaxing with a heavy exhale.
“Ummm, we could start with a date first?” He suggested, hoping he wasn’t reading this wrong.
Todoroki clearly tried to fight a smile but failed, before nodding. “Also fine. Get dressed then.” He walked straight back to the door, flicking the lock before ducking out. He was pretty tall now.
Izuku turned and hurried his face in his pillow to yell excitedly for a few seconds, before tossing the duvet aside. He stopped and gulped when he looked at the array of footwear in the middle of his room.
There, among the designer flats…was a pair of bright red stilettos in Todoroki’s size…
Oh hell, Izuku was definitely a goner now.